Lyrics Rags To Riches - TheGodlyRiskTakers

Shoot my shot like I'm Kobe, but I can not compete
Lebron, Wade, Westbrook, those legends, I don't got it in me
Long live the black mamba, 24 RIP
Legends Never Die, they in a new world, Juice, X, Kobe, And Peep
I got diamond watches, those carats, golden, lookin' spicy
Some maybe lookin' orange, for all that gold be icy

Flexing hard with all this drip, you know it makes me seasick
Flooding oceans, yeah I don't miss, I always hit my target
Stampede through all these fake kings, I'm the real lion in this
But I can't concentrate fully, feelin' dizzy with narcotics
Yeah, I don't feel the same, something has happened to me
Singing through all my pain, it's just what makes me happy
Goin through all this trouble, I can't deal with no more
Shopping for prescriptions, but I don't know what's in store

Anymore... cuz I don't know what's at stake
Eating Ramen off my plate, I was poor, yeah
I can't deal with all this hate, now I'm trying to forget, yeah

Livin' like Juice WRLD, legends ain't gonna die
Lookin' at the summer sky, wishin' this had been my life
Controversy over bucks, you know I'm in the studio
Scars all over my neck, yuh, imma fan of drake

You know I need a break, takin' all the hits
Yuh I know it ain't fake, yuh that's what the people said
Yuh, I'm in for a take, yuh
Crashin' through the bars, yuh I can't even keep up
Headin down to California, you know what I'm waiting for
Workin every day, I be goin' on my grind yuh
Workin super hard, like liftin' heavyweights yuh
Takin my ice, yuh makin' me sound clear

Showin' off to my mates, yuh you know that it is rare
Never gonna find original songs yuh
Droppin albums from left to right yuh
Travelin through decades, yuh you know it's flyin' by
Pop the champagne, yuh ready to celebrate
2020 great year, wiping from west to east
Gucci on my back, yuh 'bout to be rich
OG's be knowin' about Mind of Snitch (Woah)

Doin' my factual papers, knowin' bout the officials
Gettin' that checkmark yuh, let's make it happen
Sittin on my chair, spendin' months makin' top hits
Don't need my producer, to guide me yuh

Got the glasses ayy, yuh look at my iris
Caught the wrong guy, yuh hearin' those sirens
People seen the virus, you know the Cyrus
Bet they talkin' smack, makin' them left and right
Got them in the wring, yuh I just caught the bag
Masks takin stores makin' spreadin' not happening
Gucci and Prada, I saw smoke comin' from the pump
TGRT's album gonna drop like a bomb